Reply #13: Grandpa: If you (do/don't do) that I'm gonna snatch a knot [View All]

[trof]

in you long as a railroad.
To this day I don't know what that means, but he never did snatch a knot in me (to my knowledge), anyway.

He called me "whistle-britches". Possibly I was very gaseous as a child? Some things never change.
;-)

He also called me "shugah-foot". When I held my grandson for the first time I understood. Toes that have never been shod or touched the ground are delightful things to nibble, especially for the nibblee.
(and don't tangent off into some kinda kinky toe-sucker thread here:-()

He told me to "straighten up" a lot. Maybe I slouched?

When I was in a hurry, he said "Slow down, boy. You're about to eat up the place you're going." I had no clue. I later learned from his sister (my great-aunt) that it was an old family story. His brother worked as a transfer agent for the railroad. Birmingham was a fairly major rail center. Uncle "Son" (Leon) made sure that freight got transferred from one train to another in order to reach it's proper destination. He was clearing out a baggage/freight car and came upon a goat. The goat should have had a destination tag on a rope around his neck. No tag. He asked the attendant where the goat was going. "I don't know Mistah Leon, he done eat up the place he's goin".

How long y'all gonna be around? I could prolly keep this up for a spell.
:-)